r 


Duke   University   Libraries 

The  Merry  litti 
Conf  Pam  q#i02 

D,mi3fl'ji+ 


I 


V 


THE  IHERUYLITTLE  SOLDIER. 


y 


I'm  a  merry  little  Soldier, 

Fearing  neither  wound  nor  scar, 
Wlien  in  battle,  no  one  bolder 
Valour  is  my  leading  star. 

To  arms,  to  arms  we'll  fly, 

Whon  honor  calls,  no  foo  appals, 

We'll  conquer  or  we'll  nobly  die. 
Then  march  away,  march  away, 
Trumpets  sound  and  symbols  play, 
March  away  !  march  away  ! 
To  the  merry  fife  and  drum. 


Hark  !  the  martial  trumpets  sounding, 
Notes  that  echo  loud  alarms  ; 

To  support  our  troops  in  Pensacola, 
Sons  of  the  South,  to  arms. 

To  arms,  etc. 


Sons  of  the  South  !  Sons  of  Freedom  ! 
Draw  your  swords  ;  raise  high  your  shield ; 
Haste,  for  Confederate  futuro  safety, 
Make  the  Black  Republicans  yield. 

To  arms,  etc. 


Paetty  maids  with  arms  extended, 

For  protection  loudly  call; 
We  from  harm  will  try  to  shiold  'em, 

Or  for  them  in  glory  fall. 

To  arms,  cte. 

Lovely  woman  is  a  treasure  ; 
What  is  man  without  their  aid  ? 
To  protect  them  is  a  pleasure  ; 
I've  a  heart  that's  not  afraid. 

To  arms,  etc. 


John  Hopkins,  Printer,  New  Lovco-st.  4th  D,       / 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 
in  2011  with  funding  from 
Duke  University  Libraries 


http://www.archive.org/details/merrylittles6ldi00new 


Hollinger  Corp. 
pH  8.5 


